I went on a date last night. It was good. I was nervous up until the moment we exchanged hello. We drank water from giant mason jars, exchanged stories and shared similarities that I found surprising (and hoped were good signs). He was clean. Clean! I like clean. We spent over two hours talking at the bar (I lost my voice from talking so loud--cool, right). Today, I'm anxious and bored.
Every time I meet someone, I hope he's it. Maybe that's my problem.
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